怎么办。我脑海里看到的，是在雨中的奔跑。
Running. Running. Tears warm my face comfortingly. The rhythm of my footsteps assuring. It is a release fuelled by heartache. I can't see where I'm going, or have any direction in mind. Scenes flash through my head, but I have no idea where I am. I wear a dress, soaked fabric cling to my legs. My exposed arms shivering, I can feel the wrinkles in my toes.
世界依然的巡转，城市依然的流动。雨中，车子来来往往，街上无人横行。
唯有我；跑着，跑着。没人看，没人理。
舒。
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